Challenge #02765-G208: The Double-Edged Blade
Justice may be blind, but she can smell fear!
~Me – AmberFox
Power, they often think, is wearing a crown and giving the orders. They were wrong. Power is taking responsibility and knowing that one person made the rules that encapsulated all their welfare.
Numbers beyond the safe ability to count were favourable when it was money, but not so when it was people bearing pitchforks and torches. When the people prospered, those in power prospered. Alas, when the people were oppressed, those in power prospered more. It was easy to oppress. Harder to push for the overall success of the population.
Out of such simple ingredients, the bubbling stew of revolution could easily boil over. In such conditions, the unexpected saviour could rise to power. Of such saviours, the siren song of power could cause corruption. A rightwise heir and a wizard advisor, for example, rising to reign after years of ill fate.
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Challenge #02764-G207: If I See Further…
Necessity may be the mother of Invention, but Spite can make for an exceptional foster parent. – AmberFox
Is there any phrase more simultaneously motivating and de-motivating than “you can’t”? Whether or not someone takes it to heart, or how they take it to heart, is a matter of importance.
“You can’t do that, you simply lack the mental capacity,” is a good one that has inspired many to prove the naysayer wrong. Of course, such proof is almost inevitably dismissed as a fluke by said naysayer.
“You can’t do that, you’re too small,” has made many find a way anyway. Sometimes, this has not worked out so well, but others… well. They learn how to stand on the shoulders of giants, one way or another.
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Challenge #02763-G206: Makes Sense?
A: Why everyone is releasing stress hormones?
B: oh, it’s just turbulence – Anon Guest
Humans are unfathomable. Sil had been seated near this one since Faranaway Station, a process involving a lot of stops and hazards, and at least two journeys through Hyperspace. Now that they were on their destination planet, the Human Qin was exhibiting high levels of stress.
Sil checked. They still had the same destination area in their itinerary. “What is the matter? Why are you exuding stress hormones now?”
“I hate flying,” said Human Qin. “I feel so unsafe up there.” This of course was a typical display of Human illogic that Sil had previously believed to be a hypothetical example of such.
Sil had to ask. “You were much further from safe ground and in a more dangerous means of transit mere hours ago. Why is this method feeling more dangerous for you?”
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Challenge #02762-G205: My What Big Ears…
“OW! [Fornication] [excrement]! What the [undesirable afterlife] did I just step on?!” – Anon Guest
Some toys were made to be weaponised into anti-personnel measures. One has, by logic and design, a set of small, modular, interlocking bricks designed to be parts of a creativity toy for children. Children are renowned for not putting away their toys, or not being very vigilant at doing so. There are, to children, much better things to do than looking for tiny building blocks.
Most adults would agree, until their unprotected feet meet with the unexpected caltrop in the darkness. At that moment, all pretense of attempting to stealthily check the whimpering in the night-time fly out of the nearest available portal. There is only one reaction to finding the sharp corners of the unexpected building-block lurking in the gloom. Most of them are words that the under-fives should not hear.
Very little has changed since modular building blocks were invented. Even in times far-flung from their origin, they still exist as playthings and they are still painful to tread on. Fortunately for parents, there are such things as audio filters that bowdlerise offensive language. Unfortunately, the default setting is for technical terminology.
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Challenge #02761-G204: Stars to Reach For
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=ubTJI_UphPk
“Imagine that this experience happened to you. You’re a small artist in the 21st century that no one cares or gives a second thought about. Everyone says that your art is complete garbage and will never be remembered or cherished. then, in your darkest of days, a man in a suit takes you in his time machine and takes you to a popular museum which holds your work, work that people thought was trash and worthless, being placed in a museum full of priceless other works of art. Then the time traveller asks a museum employee about you, the artist, and they say that you were the greatest man or woman to ever live and your art is nothing but beauty. That’s enough to make anyone have hope in their lives and make them cry tears of joy.”
- one Comment under the Video – Mike666 c/- Anon Guest
Who am I? ze wrote. Who cares? I mean, who really cares? I keep working but it goes nowhere and does nothing to change anyone’s life. Like, I know I mean a lot to the five entire people who are reading this, but… I wish I had the power to do more.
Who am I? ze wrote. I am a voice in the darkness, trying to change the level of the rising waters with an eyedropper because that’s all I have. Desperately searching for a way to get a bucket when the only torch I have is a freakin’ laser pointer.
The writer hit ‘post’ and strolled outdoors for some much needed sunshine and green time. Allergen mask under their cotton plague mask so both hirself and anyone ze met could be protected. Ze expected three lectures from the maskless about how ze had joined the sheeple who didn’t know the real threat was 5G or Bill Gates’ measures to track people somehow. Ze’d been allergic to most airborne things since before the plague struck but now wearing a mask was not for anyone’s protection. It was easy to get depressed in that kind of social atmosphere.
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